Freitag[8:05a] Got up at about 7:40 am because Emily had gotten up. She had set her alarm for 7:30a but I don’t think it went off—I didn’t hear it. But I don’t know, maybe it did. I was dreaming all sorts of things. A Matt Morris—Dwan Prude—Isaac Suggs figure all squeezed into one, both pitching … Continue reading 5.31.2002
Author: johnbrandall
John Randall is a writer living in Missouri. His interests include camping, running, walking, cutting and burning wood, messing around with magnets, foraging, and listening to podcasts, many of them about baseball.
5.30.2002
May 30, 2002MUNICH’S BIGGEST PARTY ZONE[2:51 am] The hand stamp on my right hand lower right palm/beginning thumb looks like… (stamp says “PARTY ZONE”). Had: one Bacardi & coke in 12 oz. can (10% alc. by vol.) after dinner, which was a shitty Big Mac from a schnell stand in Hbf. Also had some water … Continue reading 5.30.2002
Impatientism
A painting need not take a long time to paint. A painting can be done in five minutes. We deny ourselves so much good art if we believe great art must take time. Some time, yes. Fifteen minutes, a half an hour. Or, twenty minutes here, twenty minutes there, one painting a week. If we … Continue reading Impatientism
Cards fall to Astros, 4-1
Pre-Game Ok, the hot stove league is already starting to warm up. The Yankees might sign Japanese strikeout guy Daizuke Matsuzaka. Elsewhere, two Blue Jays have taken free agency underwing like tiny puppies lost in a flood. Frank Menechino and Ken Huckaby. Hold on...that’s their agent on the other line. He’s working the phone book … Continue reading Cards fall to Astros, 4-1
Fantasy Whores
By John Randall & Ray Wisdom, 07-05-2001 Music comes from a desktop computer, such that Nirvana is heard in the background. There is a desk and a long, wooden table. The computer is on the desk. John sits at the table. Ray is off stage, talking from “the kitchen.” John: (singing not too loud) I’m … Continue reading Fantasy Whores
Wiz and John for Braves/’Stros Marathon
AIM IM with rlwe9f10/9/05, 4:36 PMrlwe9f: Things are coming to a head in Houston.rlwe9f: Clemens is stretching in the bullpen.4:40 PMJohn Randall: A head?John Randall: The Rocket!rlwe9f: No not yetrlwe9f: The Braves have the bases juiced.rlwe9f: McCann just struck out.rlwe9f: Orr is up, 2 outsJohn Randall: Yeah, I've been listening. Andy Ashby said a few … Continue reading Wiz and John for Braves/’Stros Marathon
Wiz and John for Cards Game 2
2:07 PM John Randall: Wiz, give me about a half an hour and then we can start some iming...are you going to want to be iming during the game at all? 2:15 PM rlwe9f: yo yo, I'll put it up afterwards John Randall: So, you are wanting to do a play-by-play-type im diablogue? rlwe9f: no, … Continue reading Wiz and John for Cards Game 2
Drunk e-mail I sent to Taylor
(Taylor is my pal from Wash U.) The Beat goes on! Well, Maddux had to get worse at some point. That and the fact that the Cubs suck. The season draws to a close. It's too bad. There are games being played right now that I care so little about that I, despite my boredom, … Continue reading Drunk e-mail I sent to Taylor
Driving Along A Highway In Missouri
Alright, um, it is 19:28 on June the 10th, 2004. I just drove by a mailbox that said Paul Brewer on it. I just drive by mailbox #175. I look over to the left, I’ve got hills, I’ve got the rolling hills of central eastern Missouri. Lots of trees.
But also rain. So, a grey sky is what I see. The road is pretty windy, and it’s wet. In some places there’s been some standing water. Um, no cars either in front of me or behind me right now. Although, I have had cars both in the front of me and behind me.
I saw a little blue sky out there in the distance off to the southeast. Which is basically the direction I’m heading. Take a look at the compass…goin around a curve. Been in the car for at least thirty-six minutes. That’s the time I’ve got. I’m heading south right now and it’s 68 degrees Fahrenheit outside...
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Ray on Books, Dreams, and Drinkin’
R: I haven’t figured out Motorcycle Maintenance yet. It’s probably because I’m only halfway through it. It seems like he says so much. And then today I noticed I’m only halfway through it, and I’m like, “Oh, yes.” Cause it’s such easy reading. Like the point’s…. I don’t know what’s going on. It’s this guy who’s like, he writes technical manuals.
J: Mm-hm.
R: And he’s on this motorcycle trip with his two friends and his son. And he keeps referring to this guy called, um, Phaedrus. P-h…like Greek thing. And supposedly this guy, like, lived in the fifties. What I think it is is that the narrator was this person. And he got electroshock therapy, but he doesn’t remember it but he kinda does a little bit, ya know?
J: Mm-hm.
R: And he was, like, cause like, the son will reference like, “You used to teach here.” Type stuff. And so like, I don’t know the whole deal yet, but like, it’s basically, like, this guy’s journey. Like, he’s a philosopher and doesn’t know it type of thing. And he feels this presence, and it’s him...
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